Ao Guang Summons the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas; Severing the Three Worldly Bodies Within One Hundred Thousand Years

Ao Guang hurriedly set down the jade slip in his hand and strode over to greet him, his voice carrying an unmistakable excitement and a hint of unease.

He couldn't help it. Ao Chen's performance at the Immortal Court Grand Ceremony had been truly astonishing!

That peerless bearing—treating Quasi-Sages as nothing, and standing against the Three Pure Ones without losing—had been deeply etched into Ao Guang's mind. He could no longer connect the Ao Chen before him with the "brother" who had once needed his protection.

Though Ao Chen's aura remained restrained and seemed utterly ordinary, Ao Guang didn't dare show him the slightest disrespect.

"Mm."

Ao Chen gave a faint nod. His gaze swept over the mountains of documents piled in the hall, the Dragon Palace attendants hurrying about, and Ao Guang's weary yet composed expression. He had a general idea of the Dragon Palace's recent situation.

"Looks like the East Sea hasn't been very peaceful lately?"

"Alas! You're right, brother!" Ao Guang replied with a bitter smile. He dropped all pretense and poured out his woes.

"Ever since the Immortal Court fell, the East Sea has been thrown into utter chaos! Countless cultivators have poured in to hunt for treasure. They've fought tooth and nail over those so-called 'Immortal Court Ruins,' leaving the skies dark and the seas red with blood!"

"Worse still, some fools have even set their sights on My Dragon Palace!"

"Most of them are just insignificant rabble, no more than Taiyi Golden Immortals at best, but there are simply too many! We drive one batch away, and another arrives. It's absolutely exhausting!"

"Besides, My Dragon Race has plenty of holdings and affiliated aquatic clans throughout the East Sea. Those people don't dare attack the Dragon Palace directly, so they go and harass those places